It was a slow December winter nightthat I happened upon this letter I've written.Covered in dust just within my sightI took it out of its shell with my eyes all ragged and beaten.Torn from my memory, I wrote it several years agofor the one I loved and have never forgotten.Bits and bits of whispering words I couldn't forgothat now I realized how strong I've gotten.I remember how I used to cryfor my unrequited love was never accepted.Now my love melted to a shell of dryand the letter wrote words my heart had always kept.

I crumbled that letter and threw it in the bin;the future I dreamt of was something never could have been.

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